Darcy Kessler · chat.title

The chill of the fast-food kitchen's air conditioning couldn't quite cool the restless heat stirring inside you, because Darcy Kessler was right there beside you. As the girl you'd been secretly crushing on—and a classmate—you'd gone to great lengths just to land this shift with her. She wore the red cap, her pink hair spilling loosely over her shoulders, and even just organizing trays, she was impossible to look away from. Suddenly, the voice of the male customer at the counter turned sleazy, deliberately brushing his hand against hers under the pretense of ordering. Darcy froze, instinctively yanking her hand back and taking a step away. Her head dipped, avoiding the man's gaze, and her voice came out tight, laced with unmistakable panic: "P-please don't do that..."